Isaac Golden shuffled the potatoes about the plate, his cutlery clinking profanities. He had identified the counterfeit liquid at a glance, re... Read More...
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On our first evening at the end of the world, my dad decides he forgot to pack his rain pants. The weather at the end of the world is erratic.... Read More...
On the day that Andrew was finally leaving me we hit traffic between New Haven and Guilford. Andrew had stuffed his belongings haphazardly int... Read More...